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Cruiserweight Sweet Weaponry

If I could break this wall down it could be my foundation, the start of me breaking the mould that I created It's good to have goals but I've got transportation

you can't lift people up when your standing on their toes if you want to ease the messes use your tongue for something apropos otherwise save the speeches

in the hue and cry of our fear- a love drive by you're at the wheel, while i'm crouched in a bathtub, South Central, L.A. witty metaphors can't begin

I don't have the words to tell you about my night. Let me squeeze it into your hair. HEY! How's that for communication? And it might be painful, just

...in the background, there's a noise. all the feet marking time in a straight line. and you can't turn back cause you're better off. you gotta maintain